March 28
I have not decided whether I had better publish my experience in searching for arrowheads in three volumes, with plates and an index, or try to compress it into one.
I have not decided whether I had better publish my experience in searching for arrowheads in three volumes, with plates and an index, or try to compress it into one.
Myriads of arrow-points lie sleeping in the skin of the revolving earth, while meteors revolve in space.
The footprint, the mind-print of the oldest men. They are sown, like a grain that is slow to germinate, broadcast over the earth.
They bear crops of philosophers and poets.
So I help myself to live worthily, and loving my life as I should, I go in search of arrowheads when the proper season comes round again.
H. D. Thoreau, Journal, March 28, 1859
- The same seed is just as good to plant again.
- They cannot be said to be lost nor found.
- They occur only to the eye and thought that chances to be directed toward them.
So I help myself to live worthily, and loving my life as I should, I go in search of arrowheads when the proper season comes round again.
H. D. Thoreau, Journal, March 28, 1859
[For full entry see March 28, 1859 ("Some time or other, you would say, it had rained arrowheads, for they lie all over the surface of America.")]
Each found arrow-point
wings its way through the ages,
bearing a message.
It is a stone fruit,
mind-print of the oldest men.
Each one yields a thought.
A Book of the Seasons, by Henry Thoreau, Stone Fruit
A Book of the Seasons, by Henry Thoreau
"A book, each page written in its own season,
out-of-doors, in its own locality."
~edited, assembled and rewritten by zphx © 2008-2026
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